User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/A Rewrite of Redwall: Loamhedge/@comment-3474228-20150411011357/@comment-3474228-20150430055128

Bragoon takes a deep breath through his nose, inhaling the sweet scent of the stew. "Better'n figs'n'roots, m'lady." After finishing, Bragoon packs a few biscuits into his satchel and gently kicks the vole's head into the dormouse's lap. "That oughta throw Mister Dormouse off, eh? I'd write a message fer 'im, but I ain't never learned t'write." With that, he heads out of the dwelling and back onto the path. "Alright, me beauty, that good 'ol soup should last us till Redwall."